Ariel. Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

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1623.

FULL FATHOM FIVE THY FATHER LIES

Ariel. Full fathom five thy father lies;

Burthen.

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Ding-dong.

Ariel. Hark! now I hear them-Ding-dong bell.

1611?

1623.

WHERE THE BEE SUCKS THERE SUCK I

Where the bee sucks, there suck I;

In a cowslip's bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry;
On the bat's back I do fly

After summer merrily.

Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

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1623.

GEORGE CHAPMAN

FROM

THE ILIADS OF HOMER TRANSLATED

This said, old Nestor mixt the lots. The foremost lot surveyed
With Ajax Telamon was signed, as all the soldiers prayed.
One of the heralds drew it forth, who brought and showed it
round,

Beginning at the right hand first, to all the most renowned.

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None knowing it, every man denied; but when he forth did pass 5
To him which marked and cast it in, which famous Ajax was,
He stretched his hand, and into it the herald put the lot,
Who, viewing it, th' inscription knew; the duke denièd not,
But joyfully acknowledged it, and threw it at his feet,

And said: "O friends the lot is mine, which to my soul is

sweet;

For now I hope my fame shall rise, in noble Hector's fall.
But, whilst I arm myself, do you on great Saturnius call,
But silently or to yourselves, that not a Trojan hear;
Or openly, if you think good, since none alive we fear.
None with a will, if I will not, can my bold powers affright,
At least for plain fierce swing of strength, or want of skill in
fight;

For I will well prove that my birth and breed, in Salamine,
Was not all consecrate to meat or mere effects of wine."
This said, the well-given soldiers prayed; up went to heaven

their eyne:

"O Jove, that Ida dost protect, most happy, most divine, Send victory to Ajax' side; fame; grace his goodly limb; Or, if thy love bless Hector's life and thou hast care of him, Bestow on both like power, like fame." This said, in bright arms shone

The good strong Ajax; who, when all his war attire was on, Marched like the hugely-figured Mars, when angry Jupiter With strength, on people proud of strength, sends him forth to infer

Wreakful contention, and comes on with presence full of fear. So th' Achive rampire, Telamon, did twixt the hosts appear; Smiled, yet of terrible aspect; on earth, with ample pace,

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He boldly stalked, and shook aloft his dart with deadly grace. 30 It did the Grecians good to see; but heartquakes shook the

joints

Of all the Trojans. Hector's self felt thoughts, with horrid points,

Tempt his bold bosom; but he now must make no counterflight, Nor, with his honour, now refuse, that had provoked the fight. Ajax came near; and like a tower his shield his bosom barred: 35 The right side brass, and seven ox-hides within it quilted hard; Old Tychius, the best currier that did in Hyla dwell,

Did frame it for exceeding proof, and wrought it wondrous well.

With this stood he to Hector close, and with this brave began:
"Now, Hector, thou shalt clearly know, thus meeting man to man, 40
What other leaders arm our host besides great Thetis' son,
Who with his hardy lion's heart hath armies overrun;
But he lies at our crookt-sterned fleet, a rival with our king
In height of spirit. Yet to Troy he many knights did bring
Coequal with acides, all able to sustain

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All thy bold challenge can import. Begin, then; words are vain."
The helm-graced Hector answered him: “Renownèd Telamon,
Prince of the soldiers come from Greece, assay not me like one
Young and immartial, with great words, as to an Amazon dame.
I have the habit of all fights, and know the bloody frame
Of every slaughter: I well know the ready right-hand charge,
I know the left, and every sway of my secureful targe;
I triumph in the cruelty of fixèd combat fight,
And manage horse to all designs. I think, then, with good right
I may be confident as far as this my challenge goes,
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Without being taxèd with a vaunt, borne out with empty shows.
But, being a soldier so renowned, I will not work on thee
With least advantage of that skill I know doth strengthen me,
And so, with privity of sleight, win that for which I strive,
But at thy best, even open strength, if my endeavours thrive." 60
Thus sent he his long javelin forth. It strook his foe's huge
shield

Near to the upper skirt of brass, which was the eighth it held; Six folds th' untamèd dart strook through, and in the seventh tough hide

The point was checked. Then Ajax threw his angry lance did

glide

Quite through his bright orbicular targe, his curace, shirt of

mail,

And did his manly stomach's mouth with dangerous taint assail;
But, in the bowing of himself, black Death too short did strike.
Then both, to pluck their javelins forth, encountered, lion-like,
Whose bloody violence is increased by that raw food they eat,
Or boars whose strength wild nourishment doth make so won-
drous great.

Again Priamides did wound in midst his shield of brass,
Yet pierced not through the upper plate; the head reflected was.
But Ajax, following his lance, smote through his target quite,
And stayed bold Hector rushing in; the lance held way outright,

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And hurt his neck; out gushed the blood. Yet Hector ceased

not so,

But in his strong hand took a flint, as he did backwards go, Black, sharp, and big, laid in the field; the sevenfold targe it smit

Full on the boss, and round about the brass did ring with it.
But Ajax a far greater stone lift up, and, wreathing round,
With all his body laid to it, he sent it forth to wound,
And gave unmeasured force to it: the round stone broke within
His rundled target; his loved knees to languish did begin,
And he leaned, stretched out on his shield; but Phoebus raised

him straight.

Then had they laid on wounds with swords, in use of closer

fight,

Unless the heralds, messengers of gods and godlike men,
The one of Troy, the other Greece, had held betwixt them, then,
Imperial sceptres; when the one, Idaeus, grave and wise,
Said to them: "Now no more, my sons. The sovereign of the

skies

Doth love you both; both soldiers are, all witness with good

right.

But now Night lays her mace on earth; 't is good t' obey the Night."

"Idaeus," Telamon replied, "to Hector speak, not me;

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He that called all our Achive peers to station-fight, 't was he.
If he first cease, I gladly yield." Great Hector then began:
"Ajax, since Jove, to thy big form, made thee so strong a man
And gave thee skill to use thy strength, so much that for thy
spear

Thou art most excellent of Greece, now let us fight forbear.
Hereafter we shall war again, till Jove our herald be
And grace with conquest which he will. Heaven yields to

night, and we.

Go thou and comfort all thy fleet, all friends and men of thine;
As I in Troy my favourers, who in the fane divine
Have offered orisons for me. And come, let us impart
Some ensigns of our strife, to show each other's suppled heart,
That men of Troy and Greece may say, 'Thus their high

quarrel ends:

Those that, encount'ring, were such foes are now, being separate, friends.'"

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He gave a sword, whose handle was with silver studs through
driven,
Scabbard and all, with hangers rich. By Telamon was given
A fair well-glossèd purple waist.

1598.

THOMAS CAMPION

FOLLOW THY FAIR SUN, UNHAPPY SHADOW

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow;
Though thou be black as night,

And she made all of light,

Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

Follow her whose light thy light depriveth;

Though here thou livest disgraced,
And she in heaven is placed,

Yet follow her whose light the world reviveth.

Follow those pure beams whose beauty burneth,
That so have scorchèd thee

As thou still black must be

Till her kind beams thy black to brightness turneth.

Follow her, while yet her glory shineth:

There comes a luckless night,

That will dim all her light;

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And this the black unhappy shade divineth.

Follow still, since so thy fates ordained:

The sun must have his shade,

Till both at once do fade;

The sun still proved, the shadow still disdainèd.

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MY SWEETEST LESBIA, LET US LIVE AND LOVE

My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love;

And though the sager sort our deeds reprove,

Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive
Into their west, and straight again revive;